My Father
What would I give to clasp his hand,
His happy face to see,
To hear his voice, and see his smile
That meant so much to me.
The rolling stream of life rolls on,
but still the vacant chair
Recalls the love, the voice, the smile
Of the one who once sat there.
Nothing can ever take away
the love a heart holds dear,
fond memories linger every day,
Remembrance keeps him near.
Missing you every day.
